Song of the Cossack
With grief and passion swayed
Gives him her farewell kiss.
The third one does not cry,
Caresses none has she;
"Three girls thy love flung by—
Death rightly came to thee!"
WHERE LUCK LIES
From the Ukrainian of Fedkovich
You, my brother stayed at home,
Threshing out the beans—
I hied me to Germany
Seeking where my Luck might be,
League on league to roam.
Under Bukowina's sky
Even there I went.
Passed the flinty Tyrol's bar,
Wandered till I reached a star—
Wandering still am I!
Ah, my brother; you did well
Threshing all the while.
Luck that would not come to me,
Luck I went so far to see—
In your beans it fell!
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